Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Yazoo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Section 25,
Bob Dylan,
Y Pants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Hill,
Average White Band,
Bill Wells,
The Real Kids,
Howard Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eurythmics,
The Moody Blues,
Japan,
Avey Tare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultra Naté,
Mars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Excepter,
Zero Boys,
Masters at Work,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Make Up,
John Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Drexciya,
Barrington Levy,
Erykah Badu,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Moby Grape,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Nirvana,
Todd Terry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
The Gories,
Thompson Twins,
Piero Umiliani,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television,
Roxette,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pulsallama,
Blake Baxter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Mills,
The Dead C,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.